Volume 1, Chapter 26: Exposing Zhou Cong's True Colors

Ye Qiaoqiao had seen Fu Heng after her death in her previous life, so she recognized him instantly.

As Ye Qiaoqiao stared at him, Fu Heng wore a perfect smile. "I am Fu Juanchuan's second uncle, Fu Heng. There is no need to be afraid. I know you are his fiancée, and I have come to pass a message to you both."

"…Oh, hello, Second Uncle," Ye Qiaoqiao said obediently.

Fu Heng's face instantly bloomed with a smile, and he reached out to ruffle her hair. "Excellent. No wonder Juanchuan took a fancy to you; even I find you adorable now."

"Since you are so cute, I must warn you about one thing: Juanchuan's father intends to summon him back to the capital for the New Year to pave the way for the son his stepmother bore. I advise you to stop him..."

Upon hearing Yi Chichi's words, her head felt incredibly itchy, as if her brain were about to grow back.

Su Yu was still groggy with sleep; the reason she disliked staying at the old master's house was that she would be called up early.

The rhythmic clacking of keyboards lasted until 6:00 PM. As soon as the time arrived, the surrounding colleagues let out sighs of relief and vanished in an instant.

Jiang Yu steadied himself, shaking off his frantic expression. As he scanned his surroundings, he suddenly looked up at the tree overhead.

Before the surgery ended, the liver cancer patient had already been brought in. However, this did not mean that one surgery seamlessly transitioned into the next; all surgical items used in the previous operation had to be replaced.

For instance, with those eternal divine torches, he could control them to extinguish and stop burning at any time.

The symptoms were similar to liver disease, so it had always been assumed to be liver disease and treated as such; the issue of fibrosis, it seemed, had never been noticed by anyone.

The visit last night and the maid who had been beaten to death had stirred some wishful thinking in her, but this affection had barely begun to sprout before it was pinched clean by Pei Wenshu's words.

Fang Yuan's gaze was filled with sorrow. He took a deep look at Guyue Dongtu, let out a self-deprecating laugh, released his grip, turned, and walked away like a man who had lost his soul.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Cang looked at Li Huan with a fleeting hint of hidden contempt, which was immediately replaced by an enthusiastic introduction.

Jin Feng, hearing Li Jie speak this way, suddenly regarded her as a kindred spirit and could not help but throw herself onto Li Jie and weep bitterly.

She had passed through crowded, noisy places the entire way. She did not know if it was her imagination or if she was simply too sensitive, but she felt as though countless eyes were watching her wherever she went. A prickling sensation on her back—so this was what it felt like to be under such scrutiny.

Lin Hao clenched his fist, feeling a power he had never experienced before lingering in his body, and then threw a punch with all his might.

Lin Hao was very satisfied with this Qilin Sword. He turned to look at Old Master Zhou and said, "I feel embarrassed to accept such a precious gift. How about I trade you a pill for this sword?" As he spoke, he took out a Vitality Pill.

However, Xu Kaiming was a cunning man; he was not a fool. Since everyone said the mountains were unsafe, he took note.

Han Fei, on the other hand, had no particular feelings about such worldly possessions. However, if there were a relaxed environment for livestreaming, he would accept it.

Song Yingluo was actually thinking, "None of your business," but over a decade of education kept her manners in check, preventing her from being impudent.

At the same time, I retrieved my phone. I opened it to find over a dozen missed calls, all from Li Jie, dating back over ten days—likely shortly after I had entered the detention center.

Wei Daxun stood close behind Wang Wanqing. In this situation, he did not need her explanation to understand what was happening, and he resolved that, come what may, he would protect Wang Wanqing's safety first.

"Ding Cheng, tell him what the Princess Consort said to you before she left!" Qi Tianning shouted at Ding Cheng.

"It was you who took the opportunity to molest me along the way! You are the ones lying!" The mother's tears fell like broken beads, her beautiful, large eyes filled with deep humiliation and resentment.

Passing through the final corner, a glimmer of light finally emerged ahead, casting a faint purple glow in the pitch-black cave. A spark of excitement instantly surged in her heart. *I've arrived. Brother Hao, Mei'er has finally arrived.*

To be precise, this was a battalion-level unit under the Fifth Garrison Brigade, numbering not many, only about three hundred people.

"What right do you have to demolish this place? Is there no law left?" The men in black surrounding them, seeing Mo Qianxia's actions, could not be bothered to pay her any mind and continued with the demolition regardless.

"No, before Qin Shi Huang became emperor, the dangers from within the empire were far greater than what you face now. The key was that he could sweep away all obstacles and ascend the throne," Long Ming said.

I picked up my phone and dialed Xiao Yichen's number. He answered, "Qianxia." His voice on the other end was raspy and weary.

The Marquis of the West, Ji Chang, had also labored all day and was extremely exhausted. Upon hearing the news, he was greatly shocked, and with a tremor of his arm, the teacup he had just brought to his lips shattered into pieces.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Please calm your anger, sir, I'll speak right now..." Looking at the cold chill rising in Zhan Xiu's eyes, Shopkeeper Qian said tremblingly.

"Alright! I won't tease you anymore. Shaojun called me yesterday and said they are coming here to play tomorrow afternoon. Did you know that?" I asked tentatively.

I suddenly remembered my birthday, when Du Fuanchuan and Yi Huayang were entwined in such a life-and-death embrace on the large bed in my bedroom. They looked as if they were truly enjoying it. Although I had long known that I was not Yi Huayang's first, the look of satisfaction on her face—like a drug addict having just consumed their fix—was clearly genuine.

Bao Yifan heard it all clearly. He could not help but puff out his cheeks, restraining himself from speaking.

Yimian retreated expressionlessly to the side of Lady Ziqing; it seemed that his previous action had been under her orders.

Zhao Hui embraced Li Zhenguo, welcoming his passionate kiss. She felt as though her entire being was submerged in Li Zhenguo's love.

The butler found his backbone and calmed down slightly. He recounted the day's events from beginning to end, though he intentionally or unintentionally avoided the part where Han Fei had flirted with the girl in the street.

"..." I bit my lip, staring at him stubbornly yet fearfully, then struggled again in defiance, which only served to irritate Jin Ye-xuan.

Wu Shenghe was even more worried. The various scenes from before were still vivid in his mind, and the sight of that body covered in blood and blisters was like a sharp blade slicing through his heart.

Xiao Shiqing's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, his clenched fists cracking as he glared at Mu Yingchen.

Unexpectedly, the spot where the old man fell was less than two meters away from us. The old man lay flat on his back, his weary eyes catching sight of us hiding in the shadows.